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Blackmailed by a British Naval Commander, Captain Randall Whitton, a smuggler with a penchant for gold is rescued by Jewel Derington, a feisty plantation owner and the very woman who betrayed him in the jungles of Barbados. Escaping danger has never been so thrilling. Together they are drawn into a political game of winner takes all from which only his grandfather, the Duke of Danby, can rescue them.
Fascinated by the glitter of his Caribbean Jewel, Randall's lust for gold soon fades. His quest to tame this fiery treasure catapults them both into an adventure where the stakes are higher and the prize greater than either of them have ever dared dream.
Jewel raised her dual pistols and blasted through Captain Whitton’s two closest armed guards. Blood splattered across the commander’s shocked features. Randall Whitton plowed a fist into Blythe’s face, and the commander dropped like a sack of grain. Tossing the pistols, she shoved the captain down the short embankment, raised her lady’s boxlock pistol, and fired another shot before sliding down the embankment behind him.
“Get up and run!” she yelled, seizing his hand as the return fire peppered the ground at their feet. They raced deeper into the palm trees.
Volcanic cannon fire exploded from the ships in the harbor, splitting the silence of the jungle and launching the tropical birds into a frenzy of screeches and chatter. Pistol balls pelted and pinged into the trunks of the banana trees. She ducked with a gasp. That was too close.
Shouts split the air as the soldiers gave chase. Seconds later, the two of them stumbled into a clearing as a river rushed past them in a roar of powerful currents.
Jewel rushed to the canoe she’d placed there the day before. “Help me!” Together Jewel and Captain Whitton pushed the vessel into the water and climbed in. Picking up the oars, they set to work.
“Did you plan this?” he asked.
“I always have an alternative plan, Whitton.”
She tried to fight against the current to get to the opposite side of the river, but it forced them downstream.
“What the hell are you doing?” he shouted. “Go with the current, not against it. We’ll get away faster.”
“We can’t!” She swung to face the captain.
The roar of the current increased with deafening intensity. He stopped rowing. “What the devil is that sound?” His eyes widened with clarity, and she knew an answer wasn’t necessary. “A bloody waterfall? Are you insane?”
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